Daughter of S.H.I.E.L.D. Trigger Book 1

Treated like Royalty

I wake up in my bed. Dad is leaning over me slightly. I try push my self up out of bed and Dad helps me to slowly. 'Take it easy. It's OK. You've been asleep for a while. How are you feeling?'

'Terrible. My head is killing me.' I rub my face with my hands trying to wake myself properly.

Achoo! What the hell? It sends pains stabbing at the side of my head. Achoo! Achoo! Oh bloody hell! What's going on? Dad looks at me knowing something isn't right. He places the back of his hand against my cheeks and forehead. His hand are ice cold.

'You have a fever.' he stands and retrieves a blanket from my wardrobe. He makes me lie back down, pulls the covers up to my neck and places the new blanket over me. 'You need to stay in bed today. I'll let Ward know you can't make it to training. I'll send Skye up with some things for you, she will be the only one allowed to see you today. I'll check on you later.'

I now realise just dehydrated I am and reach for the water bottle by my bed side table. I empty it of its contents. When I finish I replace the cap and lay my head back down on the pillow. I can't sleep though. I toss and turn for about 5 minutes until there is a knock on the door. Skye walks in with a small cardboard box and another water bottle in her hands.

'How are you feeling.' She says closing the door.

As she makes her way to my side I say 'Like shit.'

She silently laughs and sits down on the edge of the bed. 'Simmons gave me these,' she holds up the box and rattles it. No doubt it's some sort of cold and flu tablets. 'They are suppose to help you sleep, that's what you need.' I take the bottle gratefully and wait for her to give me the tablets. They turn out to be a heavy red colour. I really don't have a choice, and if I refuse she would force them down my throat.

I swallow the tablets with a gulp of water and lay back down. 'Just give me a buzz if you need anything. I am to be your personal servant.' she deliberately try's to have a sweet British accent. I smile widely in amusement. She grasps my hand lightly and stands. I drop my hand back by my side and she leaves silently.

In no time at all I can feel the medication beginning to work. A drowsiness comes over me and I let it drag me to sleep.

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A feather light kiss is planted on my forehead. I open my eyes but I can't see straight and my vision is blurry. I think it's Dad. He strokes down my cheek avoiding the cut.

'I love you.' great! My hearing is crap as well at the moment. I can just hear his muffled voice, and I weakly smile at him to let him know I heard him. I close my eyes again and everything is silent.

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I can feel my heart in my head. The throbbing is painful and I can't bear to lift my heard. I sneeze twice enhancing the already aggravating pain. I reach for my phone on my bedside table and get Siri.

'Skye, please help.' I say and hit send. It was easy meaning I didn't have to even look at the screen.

Her response is almost instantaneous. She's through the door before I can count to ten.

Her face is plastered with concern. 'Are you OK? What's up?'

'My- my head.' god, even talking hurts.

She walks over to my ensuite and returns with a damp rag. She places it over my forehead. I gasp at the sudden contact. It's cold. Very cold. But it feels so good. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a syringe.

'What's that?'

She looks at me and says 'Its a weak dendrotoxin to relieve the pain. It won't send you to sleep though.' Damn, because I'm not sure I can get to sleep by myself. It seems ridiculous that I have to rely on science and patience to make me feel stable at least.

There is a slight jab in my arm as she inserts the needle into my arm. I can basically feel the liquid injected into me and flow through my blood stream. It works amazingly fast and incredibly well. The thumping I'm my head has decreased significantly and I can manage to sit up with only a little bit of pain.

I immediately notice the engines are silent. 'Where are we?'

'We literally just landed in Malibu, Cali. Coulson has to talk to someone. And there's someone here to see you.' She seems excited

I turn my head to the door and a head pops out from behind. and then two more. I recognise their faces anywhere.

'Reuben, Kayt, Dahlia! What are you doing?' I squeal weakly.

Kayt wraps her arms around me and says 'Why do you think, stupid? We came to see you. I haven't seen you in months.'

She's right. I left Harvard almost 9 months ago. I gave no one any warning. And I disappeared. Kayt knew where I went, but she couldn't tell anyone of course.